It is me

You see the naive village girl
the clean country lass that has not seen life
all l see is how God blessed nature
so beautiful and then
it is me he blessed to live in it

You see a suffering over ladden family
how can they be so many
all l see is so much grace God gave me
in each little life l have
lt is me he chose to love his Angels for him

you see inadequate needy people
you see ultimate wrenching poverty
all l see are loving good souls
that can lose their all so l have all

Yes all l see is blessing
l choose to see luck in despair
l see the silver line in these dark looming clouds
But then it is me.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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